Antony and Cleopatra

Antony. Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine
does stand,
2900I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.

[Exit]

Scarus. Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
2905Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.
2910

[Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight]

[Re-enter MARK ANTONY]

Antony. All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
2915They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
2920For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
[Exit SCARUS]O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
2925Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
2930O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,—
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,—
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
2935What, Eros, Eros!
[Enter CLEOPATRA]Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!

Antony. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving,
2940And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown
For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let
2945Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
With her prepared nails.
[Exit CLEOPATRA]'Tis well thou'rt gone,
If it be well to live; but better 'twere
2950Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me: teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage:
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
2955And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die:
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot; she dies for't. Eros, ho!